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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MY HOUSEHOLD GODS, by JEAN FRANCOIS DUCIS First Line: Ye little gods with whom I dwell Last Line: And virtue never 'scape away. | |||
YE little gods with whom I dwell, Companions of my poverty, Who contemplate with friendly eye My easy chair, my hermit cell, My bed the hue of Carmelite, My wardrobe made of walnut bright! O my Penates! household gods, Whose cherished presence safety bodes! If I have never for your sake Grudged ample feast of dainty cake, For you have poured libations meet, Of milk, wine, honey pure and sweet, Then guard my door with faithful care, Watch every hinge, and bolt and bar; Not lest some burglar in should break, For what on earth is there to take? No treasures lodge in my abode, I need no escort on the road; One only modest prayer I make: That competence may with us stay, And virtue never 'scape away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY BROOKLET by JEAN FRANCOIS DUCIS GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OBERON'S FEAST by ROBERT HERRICK THE BARREL-ORGAN by ALFRED NOYES THE HAND OF LINCOLN by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE PLACE OF THE DAMNED by JONATHAN SWIFT A PRAYER by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO A DYING CLASS by ANGELO PHILIP BERTOCCI |
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